7711. Ulyanovsk is now assigned to Carrier Strike Group 18 for the foreseeable future. Since she A: Doesn't have any planes, and B: Doesn't have anyone to train her.
7711a. Also, the Russians wanted to stop hers and Kamchatka's "improvisations"
7711b "How did either of you think that could fly?!" the Russian admiralty.
"Admiral!"
Admiral Reznov sighed as Gangut burst into his office, idly wondering what disaster his secretary had discovered this time. The Russian shipgirl fleet was fairly small compared to other nations, but they made up for it in craziness.
"What is it, Gangut?"
"It's Ulyanovsk, sir." said Gangut.
"What about her?" asked Reznov. "Kamchatka hasn't convinced her to join her crusade to restore the czar, has she?"
"No, not that." said Gangut. "It's her planes. Or lack thereof."
"Is Kamchatka having trouble with the schematics for the MiG-29K?"
"She was sir." replied Gangut. "In fact, she's completely given up on trying to make sense of either the MiG or the Su-33 and decided to "improvise"."
The way Gangut said that last word sent a chill down Reznov's spine. "Take me to them. NOW."
Kamchatka's workshop.
"Are you sure this will work?" asked Ulyanovsk hesitantly. "They look nothing like the planes on the blueprints."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." said Kamchatka. "Do not fear, for these aircraft are of my own design."
The aircraft in question looked, well,strange would be a nice way of putting it. It looked like someone had taken a MiG-15, turned it into a biplane, and bolted a Gatling gun onto the undercarriage.
"I'm not sure we should be doing this."
"Oh, you worry too much." chastised Kamchatka. "Just launch the plane already. What could possibly go wrong?"
Ulyanovsk shrugged and readied her catapult, lining up on the test range. The plane hurled off the flight deck and immediately banked right, clearly out of control. Ulyanovsk and Kamchatka watched in horror as the plane suddenly climbed straight up and exploded in a fireball, burning wreckage falling back to earth.
"Kamchatka!" both girls turned to see Admiral Reznov behind them his face red with anger.
"Oops?" the repair ship said nervously.
Three hours later...
"A MiG-15biplane?" asked Admiral Briggs incredulously. "How does that even work?"
"Itdidn't."
Briggs looked at his Russian counterpart through the computer. "As astounding as that story is, I get the feeling this isn't the only reason you called me."
"Nothing gets past you, old friend. You are correct." Reznov smiled."My higher-ups are currently speaking with your higher-ups about the real reason I called you."
"Which is?"
"The transferring of Ulanovsk to your command for the purposes of outfitting her with aircraft and training her on how to use them."
Brigg's eyes widened comically. "What?"